Bring It - The Herbaliser, What What

I’m not your average type of rapper, with the verbal chit-chatter

I hit matter, making your whole backbone shatter split

Then turn around like that old-school type of break

And the earth shaking with the beats that Herbalise is making Freaking turn up

my level 'til the shit starts speaking

Coming for the ass, like I miss on the heat sinking

I reckon I got you out double-checking the sleeve

Wish my songs extended like some chickens with weaves

I pass on the cash, don’t skip in my stash on

The brainwaves setting my path to straight days, I hate that

Wait, it seems that the negative views

Got these fools going out for green, cloth and jewels

Tools to stimulate the mind, I keep polished like silver shine

Making the bottle up of emcees quiver

I can’t deliver whole songs with no curse

Sendin' rappers on their way like 60 segregated buses

Bring it on if you wanna

The rap style’s gonna

Hit ya back, split ya

Take ya back to the under

Bring it on if you wanna

The rap style’s gonna

Hit ya back, split ya

Take ya back to the under

Bring it on if you wanna

The rap style’s gonna

Hit ya back, split ya

Take ya back to the under

Bring it on if you wanna

The rap style’s gonna

Hit ya back, split ya

Take ya down to the under, now

I bring it while ocean sips it singing

Ain’t nothing in, vibrating ears 'till they start to ring it

Circulates like a centrifuge

Sometimes I pronounce names wrong like

I go the extra mile just to catch

Or brains without the aid of a TEC

Emcees putting protection like some worms and some

Running lines like tip-saying, lyrical worker

sorta version of this if it’s on this

Coming cleaner than or a box of

now, ain’t that terrible

Bite my rhyme style, crunch delicious, it’s edible

I’m incredibly nice, the mic device feedback twice

Resurrecting the skills like Christ

I don’t blaspheme, I just say what my ass means

Take it the wrong way and get hit with the blast, fiend

For cash if you wanna, the lead team of runner

Spoke and scam to have your crew taken down in under

Energy’s potentially kinetic, your style’s pathetic

Claiming self understadin' but you just don’t get it

Bring it on if you wanna

The rap style’s gonna

Hit ya back, split ya

Take ya back to the under

Bring it on if you wanna

The rap style’s gonna

Hit ya back, split ya

Take ya back to the under

Bring it on if you wanna

The rap style’s gonna

Hit ya back, split ya

Take ya back to the under

Bring it on if you wanna

The rap style’s gonna

Hit ya back, split ya

Take ya down to the under, now

I break the microphone with the superfly delicious hyper tone

Enter the writer zone, bugging light when I riding on

Now we can do this any way you wanna bring it

I rhyme, scratch, produce or even sing it

I caress the mic, finesse like The Lord

Blessed pens to write verse, strike back like a light sword

Hittin' the chord, pseudo lyricists will get floored

You can’t swing it, and If you think so

Then bring it